Page 35 of Silas's Sweetheart

He shook away the image and thoughts of Ziggy.

They could wait.

“How do we do that?”

“What do you mean Ziggy’s not in for the next few days?” Silas shouted at Wendy.

Seeing her take a step back, he gritted his teeth and willed himself to calm his ass down. Somewhere, he was aghast at his own behavior.

Ever since Hollishad taken Ziggy away from him, his mood sea-sawed between sullen and fury at who Ziggy now worked closely with. Jupiter. Why did it have to be Jupiter, who could entice anyone into his bed?

With Ziggy’s talents, and the fact Jupiter had no clue as to their relationship—not a relationship, fucking—then that left Ziggy fair game for his brother. Silas couldn’t decide what worried him more, Jupiter or the flirty fox, Frey.

“—taken some vacation time. He put it in the calendar and Hollis approved it. Wilder is your new PA… remember?” she asked timidly.

How the fuck could he forget?

He may have done the avoiding thing because he felt betrayed—raw, like someone had taken a piece of sandpaper and rubbed it against every sensitive part of his body. How he felt created a list of things he was trying not to think about, which grew daily. It was an exercise in futility to pretend life was ‘normal’ with how it kept walloping him about his face with the force of Booker's punch to his gut.

“Is Frey in?” he snarled, practically seething. Clearly his temper was not anywhere as under control as he’d wished when his gut churned hard enough to make him want to heave. He had purposefully not looked at the heat calendar Popi had created, so the omegas didn’t need to ask permission to take time off whenthey would have a heat, after Booker’s declaration. He didn’t want the specifics of knowing when Ziggy and Frey…

Blocking it out isn’t the answer.

“No—”

He waved a hand at Wendy impatiently, not letting her finish as he avoided his snarky wolf. “Fine, get Wilder in here now.”

She left quickly, closing the door quietly behind her.

What the fuck was Ziggy playing at? Vacation? Was that the new code for sexy time with Frey? It had to damn well be with Frey also not in work on a fucking Thursday.

His temples throbbed—a state he was becoming very familiar with—hard enough his eyes blurred as he rose and rubbed so violently at his aching eyes, dislodging his contacts. He cursed at how they scratched the surface of his corneas, forcing him to bolt for the small restroom attached to his office. He went in search of a bottle of lens solution to remove them before they glued themselves to his eyeballs. The one time he had experienced that was more than enough.

Contacts out, his eyes hurting made putting in a fresh pair out of the question. Having to wear his glasses in the office—which he never did—just added to his anger issues.

He stomped back to his desk as his phone rang. He snatched it up, glowering at it. “Yes!”

He heard the sharp indrawn breath before Wendy timidly said, “Wilder is in a meeting with Jupiter, doing a hand over. He’ll be free in an hour.”

“Fine,” he said a fraction softer, barely resisting slamming the phone down.

First the whole crapshoot with Ziggy and Frey, and now he was going to have to contend with getting used to another PA. It wasn’t even like he’d fucking asked for this to happen!

Was he being unreasonable? Absolutely.

Could he stop it?

Not a fucking cat in hell's chance when all he could envision washissexy snake wrapped around… Frey.

You’re going to make an ass of yourself because you haven’t even talked to Ziggy about what’s going on with Frey.

He’s fucking him as we damn well speak. That’s what he’s doing. Mr no fucking anyone else without being honest! Damn it all to hell!

Seriously, are you listening to yourself? You’ve never been this unreasonable before. Why is that?his wolf taunted him.

Unreasonable. Unreasonable,he screeched.There is nothing unreasonable about someone cheating.

Just fun. Just sex. No relationship. That ring any bells, dipshit?

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